Keyblade X Novels & Stories

••NO POV•• "Let me show you something interesting!" Florentia giggled, Alexandra looked confused, "Interesting?" A dim glow from the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the room, highlighting the delicate golden key in Alexandra’s palm. It was small, light, and seemingly ordinary, but Florentia’s expression said otherwise. “This,” Florentia said, her voice low and measured, “isn’t just any key, Alexa, this is a legacy, a weapon, and now, it belongs to you.”

“Draven will have the keys, and with them, he will unlock power far beyond anything you could ever comprehend.” “You underestimate us,” I spat, defiance igniting in my chest. Kael, still weak from his imprisonment but alive with determination, staggered forward. “Seraphina, there’s something you need to know,” he said, his voice hoarse but urgent. “I overheard them talking—about the final key. There’s still time to stop them.” His words cut through the chaos like a blade, giving me hope where there had been none. The final key. If we could find it before Draven did, we might still have a chance.

Xavier exclaimed, because he still hasn't heard from Keysha yet. "Yes, Xavier! I'm fine! It'll be over soon!" cried Keysha. Hearing Keysha's answer, Xavier was relieved. Not long after, Keysha actually came out of the bathroom, wearing a kimono towel. Keysha's long neck is clearly visible, white, and smooth, as if there were no flaws. If only Xavier had feelings for Keysha, maybe he wouldn't be able to hold back his lust either, but Xavier's heart already belonged to Aira. "Sorry, I took so long; the problem is that my hair is really stiff, because of the hairspray," Keysha said logically.

I see, so the red key uses the joint power, but what about the others? "The blue ribbon contains the key for your Separation powers, and if you use that power, that will put you to sleep. And you will experience a flashback to your mind. But, as you can see, the blue key is not shimmering, so you can't use it yet because you lack the requirements to use it. I'm not going to spoil you. What it is, and you need to figure out on your own." I understand. I'm curious what's the green key.

The phone speaker crackles again, the chief of security’s voice trembling with absolute terror. "The master key belongs to Xavier Adrian, sir…”

It looked like any ordinary blade now—silent, plain, dull. But she knew better. She took a deep breath and ran her finger along the flat of the blade, whispering the phrase Vector had written in the letter: “We are more than what they forged us to be.” A faint glow. The dagger shimmered. A small, thin key clicked out from the hilt, like a tongue of fire folding back. She stared. Just as the door opened, Koji stepped inside. He looked at the key. Then at her. “You found it,” he said.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

Iyanla commanded. The ghost of the man with the missing arm surged forward. He didn't strike Kael. He tried to merge with him, to pull Kael back into the vacancy of the collective. But Kael didn't flinch. He used the silver threads as a ladder, climbing toward the center of the web where the skulls of the ancestors sat. "The XIX is the lock!" Iyanla roared. Her red-feathered wings beat the air, creating a gale that smelled of ozone and ancient dust. "And the Mother is the only one with the key!"

Unlike the forlorn expression on both Romeo and Lucy's faces, Uncle Reynold was bristling with anger and when he turned to look at me, there was a ferocity in his gaze that left me reeling, so I looked away. He must have loved his brother very much. I slumped to the floor, shaking, my body has finally registered the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The attack played out just like it was in my prophetic dream, with only one significant difference, in the dream, Romeo introduced me as his Luna, and I was seated at the high table. When Sebastian approached the high table, instead of aiming for Romeo, he went for me instead. An Alpha’s greatest weakness is his Luna, and for the Alpha King,

"You tickle them?" I nodded. "Whenever possible." "Tickle what? Do we need to leave?" Kiema asked as she leaned back. A look of eww on her face. "The keyboard keys. Tickle the keys." I giggle-snorted. "I'm a gamer and...finder." Kiema leaned down towards me, whispered, "Finder of what?" I felt my mouth twitch as I turned to answer. "Rare and collectible paraphernalia." Xander snorted. Taryk's brown eyes heated. "Seriously, keep thinking about clandestine ops. Fucking natural, sweetness."